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( imitando a su gemelo , daena tambiรฉn girรณ en su mismo costado de la cama . pero en vez de apoyarse de su codo como lo hacรญa daeron , recostรณ la cabeza sobre sus almohadas nuevamente )
" mejor , ahora que estรกs aquรญ . ยฟ y tรบ ? ยฟ dormiste bien ? "
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te estoy dando los buenos dรญas.
โโโ una pequeรฑa risa escapรณ de los labios del prรญncipe, quien girรณ suavemente a un costado de la cama. se acostรณ sobre su lateral, apoyando su peso sobre el codo antes de observar el rostro de su gemela โโโ.
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ยฟ quรฉ pasรณ con dar el ' buenos dรญas , mi gemela favorita , cรณmo estรกs ' ?
( ella intenta girarse para abrazarlo , pero no se puede mover )
the younger princess gently cradles her older brother's head to her chest, and her head tips to the side, her cheek pressing against the top of his hair.
"๐ ๐๐๐๐..."
her own words come strained, but what was she to do?
Aegon flinches as her palm meets his face, a raw instinct to pull away, but as Daenaโs thumb sweeps away the wetness on his cheek, the last of his restraint crumbles. He doesn't pull back. Instead, he leans his head heavily into her small, warm hand, seeking whatever grounding it can offer.
โ โ Daena... โ
โThe word is barely a breath, raspy and ruined. โHe looks at her through bloodshot, blurred eyes, noticing the dark stain of spilled wine spreading across the hem of her lilac dress. He should feel ashamed โ he should be a king, a protector โ but the grief in her eyes strips away any pretense of strength.
โHis hands tremble as he reaches out, his raw knuckles clutching at the fabric of her dress like a man drowning.
โ โ They took him โ โ
He chokes out, his voice cracking beneath the weight of the words. A sharp sob shakes his shoulders, and he lets his head fall forward, resting his forehead against her chest.
โ โ Daena... they took my boy. โ
โHe clings to her in the quiet room, his body shuddering against hers as the tears start again.
isolation.
he needs comfort. he needs ๐๐๐.
his hot tears soak into the front of her gown, but the princess scarcely minds. instead, she places small, fleeting kisses atop her brother's scalp, her arms curling around his shoulders to draw him closer.
instincts beg at her to crumble as well, she refuses to. although a few tears drop when she squeezes her eyes shut, unbidden.
she knows better to believe that any would comfort aegon โโ not alicent, not aemond. certainly not helaena, whom daena knows to grieve in silence and
her sweet nephew had been ripped from them in an act of violence too cruel to fathom. and before her sits her brother โโ the ๐๐๐๐ โโ clinging to her like a man drowning in sorrow too big for his own body.
he clings at her dress, he sobs into her chest. and while daena's very
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i know where you sleep . i know what you are allergic to . i know what you can and cannot eat . i know where you put your favorite lute , daeron . do NOT test me .